Two weeks ago, I spent an hour on the sidewalk listening to my friend firmly assure me that she was NOT going to Urbana. She was not interested, not called, not ready, and definitely not going. Last week, I spent an hour on that same sidewalk jumping up and down with a giant smile on my face as that same friend told me that she knew, for sure, that she needed to go to Urbana.

Though my life can feel like a constant string of running late, looming deadlines, and late nights, these thing are not my identity or purpose. Rather, my purpose and identity rest in the source of peace and beauty. And when I forget, he takes the time to graciously remind me that he is God, he is all-powerful, and he is in control.